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dearhargrove · 2 years

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𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶:: After the events in the sauna and you waking up again, you and Billy enjoy some time alone. Well, as alone as you can be with six kids standing in the doorway.

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@alohastitch0626 thanks for your comments ! Sadly I can't reply to them:( (pinned post) so I'll thank you here ⊂(´･◡･⊂ )∘˚˳° thank u so much for reading

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Waking up in Billy's arms would probably be your forever favorite thing. His muscular arms keeping you safely tucked into his chest and your head fitting perfectly under his chin in a comfortable way. He usually liked burying his face in your hair because "it smells really good", which you couldn't get beyond but well, if he's happy, you're happy.

Usually he wakes up a bit before you because although it may seem like he sleeps in a lot, he's more of an early bird than anything. So, waking up with him is the best. Why? If the above reasons aren't enough, here's some more of yours: he loves to have one hand on your hip, just holding you close. Not only does it feel tingly then, but he strokes his thumb over the skin he can reach affectionately.

And, come on, who wouldn't love that?

He may look like he'd smell like sweat and car oil, but his scent is actually very pleasant. It's refreshing and reminds you a bit of the ocean, which he loves because that in turn reminds him of California.

So, laying in his arms again after such a rough week was the best possible outcome of the situation. What wasn't the best outcome was a bunch of teenagers storming into the room and in the process waking you.

You look around the room, completely disoriented, only to realize that the group of friends as well as Steve, Nancy, Jonathan and to your horror Joyce and Hopper, are standing in the doorway. It takes you a minute to realize that, no, they hadn't seen you awake yet and that Billy is currently laying behind you, shirtless, and completely unaware of the situation. "Uh...", you don't know what to say when suddenly Dustin breaks out into a horrified scream.

"Oh my God!" you raise your eyebrows - because what the fuck? None of the others seem to understand him either, so he points behind you and waits for them to catch on. Catch on what, you don't know. "Please tell me you did not fuck in here when we were in the room right next to you!" yells Max.

Oh. Oh.

"What- no! Oh my goodness, no, ew! Why would we do that?" you're horrified now too, because why was that their first thought and why did you not realize that's what they meant?

"Uhm, because you didn't see each other for, like, days?" Dustin states naturally as if there wasn't any other reason you'd sleep in the same bed with your boyfriend. "Okay, stop– just because we sleep in one bed doesn't mean we have sex! Why does it concern you anyway, Dustin?" with an eyebrow raised you watch him gape before he tries explaining himself.

"What else should I have thought!" he lisps and you chuckle, before pointing a finger to the door. "I appreciate you all being here, but please let me wake up and get ready in peace..." you plead. Joyce finally takes control over the situation and ushers the kids out of the room before turning to you with a stern glance. "You better not be lying about fucking here or I'll have Hopper on you both."

You gulp and nod, watching as she closes the door with a smile.

This woman wasn't to be underestimated, gosh. You think and let yourself fall down into the mattress again.

When you feel Billy stir next to you, after not feeling your warmth in his arms anymore you raise a hand to brush his hair out of his face. You would've had to wake him up now, anyways. "Good morning, sleepy head." he just grumbles and turns to the other side, away from you.

You drape yourself across his side and back, throwing one leg over his waist and hug his shoulders. "We gotta get up, baby." you kiss down the side of his neck, sucking a small hickey just underneath his collar bones. He exhales, opening his eyes slowly. "Let me just stay asleep," he whines. You giggle at this image of him, thinking back to him usually looking like a total fuckboy only to now be whining in your arms.

"Nope, Joyce is waiting as well as like half of Hawkins." He raises an eyebrow and turns on his back, moving to put an arm around your waist where you're hovering over him.

"You mean the little shitheads?" he asks while pulling you down on his chest. You grunt, "yep, they're here also. Came in here and thought we fucked yesterday, they completely freaked." you laugh and close your eyes. He chuckles breathlessly, the feeling of his chest moving up and down pleasant.

He smirks and moves to stroke his hand down your back, stopping short over the hem of your shorts. "Don't start something we can't finish here, Billy." you mumble and he grins, patting you on your bottom to get you to stand up.

"Let's get ready and then we can do whatever you want." you sit up, seated on his hips as the shirt you'd borrowed from him falls over one of your shoulders. You don't pay attention to it, playing with his curls while planning what you two could do.

You don't notice his eyes fixed on your cleavage, completely zoned out. With a sigh you get off his lap which makes him grunt in a whiny way. "Don't leave me~ I'm cold now," he whines before moving to pull the comforter over him. You shake your head and grab his hand. "Come on, I was serious when I said they're waiting. We can lay in bed all day after we get home, but right now we gotta get ready, yeah?"

"I hate how responsible you are, you know that?" he groans and sits up, too, looking completely disheveled. You grab a brush out of the cabinet next to you, having left it there months ago when you first stayed here. While you brush through your hair, you see him move around in the mirror. "Damn, really gotta shower when we get home," he says, more to himself than anyone specifically. You giggle and finish doing your hair, walking to where he's standing and making him sit down.

You take a comb for his curls and start brushing through the knotted hair. "When did you last brush through all of this?" he stays silent and you softly hit his neck with the comb in a scolding way. "You gotta take care of your hair if you want it to stay healthy. How many times do I have to remind you, my love?" you finish brushing through his hair and let your hand through it a few times before patting his back and straightening yourself.

Having breakfast with the people you love the most and partly see as family was something you'd add to your list of "best things". During breakfast Billy kept his hand on your thigh and watched over you like a hawk, to your amusement.

After a bit of discussing what would happen with the Mind Flayer you all went your own ways. Sitting down in the passenger seat of the blue Camaro felt like coming home, in a sense.

The stench of cigarettes was the only thing you hated about this car, you think and plug your seat belt in. You watch Billy as he does the same before the familiar roar of the engine starting up can be heard.

You wave at Eleven, who was standing on the porch. She waves back with a small smile and you coo internally. "Alright, princess. What do you wanna do today?"

You pretend to think for a minute before turning to him, excitedly.

"You know there's a new recipe I've been wanting to try," you laugh at his pained groan, knowing very well he hated cooking with a passion. "You promised we'd do anything I want, so there's no way out of this, pretty boy," you sing song and he just stares ahead, secretly enjoying this side of you, especially after days of only seeing you asleep, looking completely wrecked.

so... thanks for reading <3 I've got a few ideas for him in my head and obv in none of them does he die in Starcourt ;). Have a great day everyone!

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #billy hargrove x reader

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erikiara80 · 7 months

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New theory: I'm going to connect the Will with brown eyes to birthdaygate

I like the idea of Vecna stealing memories, and it's possible that in S5 the people Will loves forget him, or that he forgets them, but I think there might be another explanation about his birthday.

Ok, Will having brown eyes is only mentioned in the S1 Missing poster, and we only see them in the shed scene.

So, I wonder if they focus so much on his eyes in S2 not to show that he's possessed, but that there is a timeline where Will's eyes have always been brown.

It would be a smart way to hide the truth in plain sight; letting people believe that the color has changed because of the possession.

But S3 should make us doubt about that explanation. In fact, Billy's eye color never changes. There's even a close up of his eye at the end of 3x03 (here), when he's already controlled by the Mind Flayer. I think they wanted us to notice the difference between the two Williams.

But back to birthdaygate. They said that in S5 they included many S2 ideas and that we should definitely rewatch it. One of the reasons could be the mention of Will's birthday and the I forgot your birthday card in 2x04.

I talk about the Will the Wise scene here

Theory: Maybe the Will with brown eyes was born on March 22, but not the Will with hazel eyes, the one we've seen in every season, including S4. If that's true, it means that nobody forgot his birthday in S4.

We can't be sure, because we don't see what color Will's eyes are when Joyce says 'Do you know what March 22nd is', or when she looks at Will the Wise (and the birthday card). But I find it interesting that Will's birthday is mentioned in the only scene in the entire show where his eyes are brown. The same color mentioned in the Missing poster. And that we only see the birthday card in S1, the season when they make the poster, and then in one shot in 2x04

The card in S1

And in 2x04

They even show Hopper's confusion here, because he doesn't see anything. In fact, in all the other shots/episodes the drawing is on another wall.

Before Joyce looks at the drawing

After she looks at it

The drawing in 2x01 and 2x05 (Will's eyes, always hazel)

I have questions tho. For example. The birthday card. Is it foreshadowing of Will's family forgetting his birthday, or about something important in the past that we'll see in S5?

Also, S4 starts with the mention of someone stealing thoughts. A hint about Vecna stealing the memory of the birthday, or about him spying on Max and the other kids?

The 'Be sure to specify birth date' could also have two meanings. That people forgot Will's birthday, or that it's not on March 22, like we thought.

Then in 4x08 Brenner says that One takes everything from his victims, including their memories. I know he didn't kill Will in S2, but he was literally in his mind. And I'm sure that line is important.

But let's say that the theory is correct and Will's birthday, the Will with hazel eyes, is not on March 22. Then when is it? I think it would make sense if it was just a few days later.

And maybe they told us when it is. March 29, Billy's birthday. The hint could be the fact that his name changes to William. Also, interesting that Not forgotten... If Will's birthday is really on March 29 then it's true, nobody forgot it.

So, maybe the Will with hazel eyes was born on March 29, and the Will with brown eyes was born on March 22.

And IF Will's birthday is on March 29, it makes also sense that Mike doesn't give him any present. Maybe that's why he was supposed to stay in Cali for a week. March 22-29. He wanted to be there for Will's birthday.

But then he sees Will at the airport and his brain stops working. Joyce goes to Russia, El gets arrested, and people start shooting them. They were all busy trying to stay alive and bury agents in the desert. I get that they didn't mention the birthday, lol

Also, this means that Will's birthday would be at the beginning of S5! Before the time jump, when he can hear Vecna again, when he can have visions of other birthdays and Lonnie. In the middle of the apocalypse.

It would make less sense imo if the birthday was before Spring Break, because I'm sure Mike would at least mention it and say that he was sorry he wasn't there.

So yeah,maybe I'm wrong, but seeing Will's birthday in S5, while they have to hide from soldiers, monsters and an angry mob would be epic.

Tagging you, @lilitblaukatz I'm curious to know what are your thoughts on birthdaygate

#byler #birthdaygate #will byers #mike wheeler #timeline theory #st vecna #henry/vecna/001 #henry/vecna/one #st theory #stranger things

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crowleydeclare · 6 months

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Strange days in Santa Carla -part one

Click here for: Part two

Stranger things x The Lost Boys 1987 au

Year: 1987

Location: Santa Carla

Harrington family (Emerson):

Joyce Harrington as Lusy Emerson

Dustin Harrington as Sam Emerson

Steve Harrington as Michael Emerson

+ Jim Hopper as Max

Half vampires

Eddie Munson as Star

Will Bayers as Laddie

The lost boys:

Billy Hargrove as David

Tommy Hagan as Paul

Argyle as Dwayne

Robin Buckley as Marko

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Part one

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"Keep going," Steve and Dustin say simultaneously with cheerful, maybe even mocking voices as their mother Joyce chose another of the old radio stations that almost exclusively played old songs.

“Boys, I think this will be a good fresh start for us,” Joyce said with a smile, reliving her memories of her 18-year-old self living in Santa Carla. However, that's a story for another time.

"Yeah," Steve said thoughtfully as his eyes darted towards the back of the "Welcome in Santa Carla" banner.

"Murder capital of the world," he said with a small wink towards his younger brother as he wiggled his eyebrows.

Steve had suffered many losses in the past few weeks. His dad, and no his father wasn't dead, just a deadbeat and a cheater. The story is almost as old as time itself, employer and secretary, bum! Big romance everyone!

He lost his girlfriend, or rather his ex-girlfriend Nancy, who chose Jonathan over him. Of all the guys she could have picked, Why the hell did she pick Jonathan?

Like are you for real? The stalker...?

And now, he's moving into a new territory with no friends, no nothing, flat broke. He, his 15-year-old brother, and his lovely but surely anxious mother are moving into the old man's house.

****

"Is he death?" Dustin ask as he lays his eyes on his grandpa laying on the porch.

"No he's just deep sleeper",

his mother answers with light concern in her voice.

"Playing dead and from what I heard, doing a good damn job of it too" grandpa rises from the ground like a phoenix, but with crappy knees and no special ability other than being able to freak people out.

****

"So this is it, huh?" Steve says as he looks around his new room.

"Nothing fancy, but it'll do," he says to himself as he's trying to organize his new place to his liking.

******

(they all gathered in a living room)

"Boys, there's a lot of unpacking to do later, go have fun," their mom says as she acknowledges the challenge in the form of unpacking is going to take a few days at least.

" And I'll look for a job in the meantime, maybe I Will get lucky" she says hopefully.

"You know boys there's so much to do on a boardwalk, when I was your age-."

"Yeah, we get it mom," Dustin grins as he cuts into her speech.

****

"Damn this is a whole new world", Steve muses as he takes all of his surroundings in.

The Boardwalk is one big crazy place, it's not even close to Hawkins. He never saw anything like this. It's almost like a fever dream, with all these-

His heart almost skips a beat as he sees a beautiful man in the dancing crowd of sweaty bodies, unable to look away, captivated by his almost innocent like beauty, he ignores his brother completely, not even acknowledging his experience.

He smiled, the boy smiled at him, now Steve had only one thing on his mind: getting to know the beautiful, puppy-eyed man in front of him.

His brother's protests were unheard; it was almost like Dustin was talking to a deaf man, as he got involuntarily dragged through the crowded 'dance floor'.

****

"Steve-"

" don't you have anything better to do than following me all night?" Steve spits like a wild cobra at his younger brother.

"Yeah, actually I do" Dustin says and sets his mind on entering the comic book store.

- to be continued?-

Should I continue this?

*It's only a rough "beta" version for now*

English isn't my first language.

I will be glad for feedback

crowley.de.clare.

#the lost boys #stranger things #80s #fanfiction #fanfic #vampire #stranger things au #the lost boys 1987 #eddie munson #steve harrington #billy hargrove #first fanfic #eddie x steve #steddie #eddie munson x steve harrington #michael emerson #dustin henderson #halloween

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chrisbitchtree · 1 year

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(I'm So Happy To Be) Stuck With You

Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!!! 💕💕💕 Please join me in celebrating Billy and Steve’s love!!

Thank you to @gracethieved for supplying this great prompt!!

5.6k - T

***

Looking back on the day, as he and Steve stand side by side in Hopper’s workshop, waiting for the chief of police to cut through the handcuffs connecting the two of them, Billy can admit to himself that this wasn’t his brightest idea.

Hopper’s grumbling about what idiots they are, both for getting themselves into this situation, and for not coming to him sooner, after already chewing them out for interrupting his Valentine’s Day date with Joyce, but it’s all worth it when he tells them they’re free. Billy can only hope that Steve doesn’t storm off now that he’s not forced to be by Billy’s side.

***

It all starts three days before, when he and Steve are discussing their plans for Valentine’s Day. It’s their first one as a couple, but Billy has to watch Max that night, so that his dad and Susan can go out, so he wants to celebrate it on the 13th, because it’s the first time he’s been with anyone on Valentine’s Day and he loves Steve, even if he hasn’t said it yet. He’s planning to say it for the first time that night, letting himself be vulnerable in a way he hasn’t been in a long time, but Steve has to go and ruin it.

“I’m sorry, Billy, but I can’t celebrate that night. I have a huge English test on the 14th, and it could make or break me going to college. Not all of us are smart enough that it’s guaranteed that we’ll get in everywhere we apply. I promise we’ll celebrate the next weekend.”

Billy knows he’s being a brat, but it doesn’t stop the words that come out of his mouth. “Some of us actually have to try at school. Not all of us have rich daddies who’ll take care of us if we don’t get in somewhere.”

He immediately knows from the look on Steve’s face that he’s taken things too far. Steve’s sensitive about his parent’s wealth. Billy knows that wasn’t always the case, but Steve’s tried really hard in the last year or so to eschew the protection his parent’s wealth has afforded him and tried to make it on his own. Billy’s really proud of him, and now he’s hit Steve right where it hurts.

“I’m so-“ Billy starts, but Steve cuts him off, turning towards his desk.

“I think you should go, Billy. I have studying to do.” He sits and opens the battered copy of Hamlet sitting in front of him. Billy’s supposed to help him with it, but he has a feeling his assistance is no longer wanted.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to stay and help?” he asks, softly.

“No thanks, I’ll call Nancy if I’m stuck.” Ouch, that one hurts. Steve knows that Billy’s not the biggest fan of Steve’s friendship with his ex, but he supposes he deserves it, so he just leaves instead of biting back.

He drives home with a lump in his throat and tears threatening to spill from the corners of his eyes, but he thankfully manages to hold it in until he’s back home, in his room under the covers. Once he’s there, they pour, soaking into his shirt and blanket like a heavy summer rain.

He feels stupid and embarrassed, and frankly, underneath it all, still a little upset with Steve. He knows it’s not his fault that he needs to study, but Billy wishes he was more important than anything else in the world to Steve, and right now it definitely doesn’t feel like he is.

He falls asleep with his nose stuffed and head pounding from the drove of tears, his heart hurting and feeling about two inches tall, and in the morning, he doesn’t feel much better. As soon as Neil lets him leave the table after their mandatory family time Sunday breakfast, he heads out to the nearest payphone.

He’s praying that Steve picks up, but when he gets Steve’s mom’s snotty voice telling him that they’re not home right now and to leave a message, he hangs up and tries again, achieving the same result. He stands in the phonebooth, fighting the urge to drive over to Steve’s house, knowing it’s best to give him space. That lasts about five hours.

Billy knows that Steve works that afternoon, so after a few hours of stewing in his room, chain smoking cigarettes and lifting weights, he showers, does his hair and heads over to Family Video. He can see Steve retreating into the backroom as he approaches the door, and Billy’s left to talk to Buckley.

“Hey, Billy,” she greets him, tone neutral. “If you’re looking for Steve, you just missed him. It’s dead, so I sent him home early.”

“I just saw him go into the backroom,” Billy replies, peering over her shoulder.

Robin shakes her head. “Nope, sorry. He’s not here.”

Billy sighs. “Well, if you’re talking to him anytime soon, can you tell him that I’m sorry, and I’d like a chance to tell him directly?” He can only hope that Steve can hear him from his hiding spot.

Buckley nods. “Sure, I’ll let him know.”

Billy has no reason to stay after that, but he doesn’t really want to go home yet, so he drives around for a while, eventually parking on the side of a backroad where he can sit and feel like shit in peace.

***

Steve doesn’t return the two calls Billy places to his house later that night, so Billy officially decides to wait for Steve to come to him. He doesn’t, and it tears Billy apart, especially when he gets to the cafeteria on Monday to find Steve already sitting with Nancy and Jonathan, instead of their usual table with the rest of the basketball team.

Billy sulks, barely tasting the fries he’s absentmindedly dipping in ketchup as Tommy yammers on, telling some completely made-up story about banging Wheeler’s mom at a motel on the outskirts of town the night before. He keeps trying to sneak glances at Steve and is met with sympathetic smiles from Nancy until he throws the remainder of his lunch in the trash and heads to smoke under the bleachers until the bell rings and he can at least try to focus on his classes.

***

By Tuesday night, Steve still hasn’t spoken to him, so Billy gets desperate. He heads to Hopper’s to pick up Max, bringing along, as requested a book that Max borrowed from El and forgot to return. He rings the bell and he’s greeted by Hopper who takes the book and goes to get Max.

That’s when Billy sees them, Hopper’s handcuffs, sitting near the door, not even locked. Perfect. He pockets them just before Hopper returns with Max. They drive home in silence, Billy already formulating a plan for the morning. By the time to go to bed, he’s sure this is going to work.

***

The next morning, Valentine’s Day, he gets up extra early, putting a lot of extra care and attention into how he looks. He rushes Max out the door the second she’s done eating, determined to beat Steve to school. He has to for the plan to work. He drops Max off at school, then heads to the Hawkins High parking lot to wait.

Before long, Steve arrives and Billy sprints out of the car, determined to reach his boyfriend before he can run away without hearing Billy out again. Steve tries, gathering his books and walking as fast as his long legs will allow, which is almost too fast for Billy to keep up, but he’s finally able to grab him by the back of the coat.

“Steve, I know you’re mad at me, but we need to talk. I at least want a chance to say I’m sorry for how I acted and what I said.” He gets it out in a rush before Steve can push him off.

“I’m sorry, Billy, but I’m not ready to talk yet. I’ll let you know when, ok?” he holds his books to his chest nervously, looking exhausted.

It breaks Billy’s heart, but he can’t wait any longer. He removes his handcuffed hand from his jacket pocket and gets Steve’s hand cuffed in before he can protest. “No, Steve. We’re going to talk, ok? I can’t take this anymore. If I uncuff you, do you promise that you’ll talk to me?”

Steve sighs, sounding resigned. “Fine, ok. Let me go, and I’ll give you two minutes.”

Billy’s shaking he’s so happy. The same joyful shaking causes him to drop the keys to the handcuffs down a sewer grate the second he extracts them from his pocket. He and Steve both stare at the grate in horror for a minute, as if that’s going to get the keys back, before Steve starts to panic. “What the fuck, Billy. Please tell me you have another set of keys. I have to take that test in two hours. Tell me you have a solution.”

Billy desperately wishes he could say yes. He looks up to see Steve’s face red with anger.

“I’m going to kill you Billy,” he growls.

“I thought you had a test to write? Might be kind of hard to do that from jail.” Billy knows it’s not the time for jokes, but he can’t help trying to defuse some of the tension. Not surprisingly, it doesn’t work.

Steve looks ready to throw down. “Fine. I’m going to write this stupid test, then I’m going to kill you.” He drags Billy behind him as he marches into the school.

Trying to fight the blush he can feel covering his cheeks, Billy follows Steve down the hallway towards their lockers. Of course, they’re on the far side of the school, so what feels like every single student at Hawkins High gawks at them as the metal rattles between them. Their lockers are only two apart from each other, but it’s just far enough that they can’t each get into their own at the same time, and neither wants to give into the other, so they keep pulling each other back and forth. It’s not even 9am and Bill’s already sick of this stupid plan. Sick of the cold metal cutting into his wrist, and sick of only having the use of one hand. already over this stupid plan. The only thing he accomplished was making Steve madder at him than he already was anyway. He can’t even imaging what coach is going to say when they shows up as basketball practice like this after school. Finally, after ten minutes of bickering and one near miss when the poor freshman that has the misfortune of having one of the lockers between Billy and Steve tries to get her books into hers, they‘re were on their way to home room. If there’s one thing they can be thankful for today, it’s that they have most of the same classes and the same lunch period. Billy will have to skip his own English class to accompany Steve to his own so he can write his test. Home room is fine, since it’s just Ms. Click rambling on about the upcoming fundraising bake sale that the cheerleading team is putting on in the cafeteria at lunch and a reminder to show school spirit by cheering on the Hawkins Tigers basketball team this coming Friday’s game. Billy makes a mental note to get to lunch early so he doesn’t miss out on Chrissy Cunningham’s chocolate cupcakes. Steve loves chocolate. Maybe that’ll cheer him up a bit and get him to finally listen to Billy’s apology. It hasn’t occur to either him or Steve until they get to math class that that writing will be a problem since Steve’s right handed and Billy’s left handed, and of course it’s Steve’s right hand and Billy’s left that’re cuffed together. For fuck sake. They just can’t win. Mr. Jones eyes them suspiciously when they slide their desks together. “Hargrove, Harrington. What are you two doing back there?” He makes his way to the back of the room, and they hold up their wrists for his inspection.

“A stupid dare,” Steve mutters. “We’re going to deal with it as soon as we can, but we didn’t want to miss any schoolwork.”

After the amount of classes they’ve both skipped, Mr. Jones can’t really argue with that, so he leaves them to it.

The majority of the class is spent dragging their conjoined hands back and forth, leaving pencil marks all over their desks and papers, until Billy promises that he’ll share his notes with Steve later if Steve lets him do the writing. It really isn’t much better that way though, what with having to drag Steve along with him every time he moves his pencil.

And Steve isn’t doing much to help, turning his hand into a dead weight, lower lip stuck out like a pouting child. Billy takes a deep breath, stopping himself before he can say anything rude or hurtful. He got them into this mess in the first place, so he just has to take what Steve gives.

They tell the same tale to their history teacher, Ms. Simmons, and she leaves them be, so that class goes much the same, Billy writing notes and Steve making it as difficult as possible.

Halfway through class, he can see Steve start to tense up out of the corner of his eye, looking paler than he did earlier, and a little green, and at first Billy thinks Steve’s going to be sick. There’s been a bug floating around the school for the past month, so he’s not surprised. He prepares himself to run to the garbage can in the corner of the room, but then he remembers Steve’s upcoming test.

“Hey,” he whispers, trying to get Steve’s attention.

Steve barely spares him a glance, but Billy can tell he’s listening. “You’re going to do great on your test. I promise. I know you know your stuff; we’ve been studying for weeks with our special method. The special method had been that for each question Steve got right, Billy took off an article of clothing, and he if got them all right, Billy would suck his dick. It had been a rousing success.

Steve turns slightly, giving Billy the barest hint of a smile. “I know, I’m just worried that Mrs. Cartwright won’t let me take the test with you attached to my wrist. What if she says no? What then?”

Billy longs to run a soothing hand over his back, but he doesn’t think that’ll be received too well, so he settles for what he hopes are reassuring words. “Come on, pretty boy, you know how much Mrs. C likes me. I’ll sweet talk her into t if I have to.” He throws in a wink for good measure, and Steve only grimaces slightly in return. Billy will take that as a win.

The next awkward scenario they encounter is the washroom. Billy votes to hold it all day, but Steve insists he has to piss before English. “There’s no way I’m going to be able to focus with a full bladder, man.”

Billy sighs. “Maybe you should have forgone your three morning coffees for once.”

Steve turns to him, and if looks could kill, Billy would be dead right now. “You know I need caffeine to wake up in the mornings, and it’s not like I knew I was going to be chained to someone all day when I drank them!”

Ok, fair point.

Billy lets Steve drag him into the washroom, and tries not to look as Steve whips his dick out. They finish up quickly, and head to Steve’s English class. Hopefully his own English teacher doesn’t miss him too much. He’s sure she won’t though. He’s been on rocky ground in that class since he challenged her opinions on the Great Gatsby a couple weeks ago.

Mrs. Cartwright is on them the second they enter the class, handcuffs clanking between them. “Good morning, Steven,” She says, an amused smile on her face. “You’ve brought a visitor with you today? You know I can’t allow that on a regular day, let alone when we have a test.”

Billy gives her a megawatt smile, stepping in front of Steve to explain. “Hi, Mrs. C., I know Steve has a test today, but I’m hoping you’ll still let him write it, even with me hanging around. Literally.” He holds up their attached wrists and she rolls her eyes at his lame attempt at a joke but lets him go on. “It’s my fault that we’re cuffed together. It was a stupid prank and I take full responsibility for it. So please let Steve write the test. I know it’s important. Please, please let him write it.”

At first, she seems unsure of what to say, but thankfully, she must hear the sincerity in his tone, because she relents. “Alright, you can both stay, but not a peep out of you the entire class, Mr. Hargrove, and if you guys show up like this again tomorrow, I’m not letting you in.”

They agree, and take their seats, Steve visibly shaking as he sits down. Mrs. Cartwright distributes the tests, and Billy whispers to Steve, trying to remind him to take calming breaths. Steve does, then resumes tapping his pencil on his desk.

Mrs. Cartwright puts the test facedown on Steve’s desk, wishing him luck as she walks away.

Once she says they can, the students flip over the tests. Billy pulls a book out his bag and ready with his free hand while letting Steve drag his left hand all over. He seems to be writing quickly, which Billy thinks is a good thing. He just hopes that Steve’s taking enough time to think his answers through. He really needs a good mark on this.

In the blink of an eye, the bell is ringing to signify the end of class, and with it, the test. Steve drops his pencil and lets out a breath so big, Billy thinks he may have been holding it in for weeks. His shoulders visibly relax, and the jittering doesn’t fully stop, but it lessens.

“Can I buy you lunch?” Billy asks.

Steve doesn’t reply, but he does nod, so Billy takes that as a yes. They stop at their lockers to drop off their books, better coordinated than they were earlier in the morning, aided by the fact that the girl they bumped into earlier sees them and turns right back around the way she came.

Books deposited securely in their lockers, they head to the cafeteria, making a beeline for the bake sale table and Chrissy’s cupcakes. Billy shells out for four of them, much to Chrissy’s delight, her ponytail bouncing and smile a mile wide as she hands them over.

“How are you and Munson doing? He get you anything for Valentine’s Day?” Steve asks as she takes the bills Billy hands her. The previous fall, Cunningham and her boyfriend, Jason, had broken up, and to everyone’s shock, she’d taken up with Eddie Munson, guitarist for local band Corroded Coffin, leader of Hawkins High’s DnD club, and the town’s premier drug dealer. Billy had been surprised, but she seemed genuinely happy for the first time since he’d met her, so who’s he to judge?

“We’re good. Really good.” Her smile grows impossibly wider as she fishes something out from her uniform. It’s a chain with a guitar pick swinging from it. It’s sweet, and Billy’s happy to see that she’s being treated right.

Billy hands Steve the plate of cupcakes and leads him to the lunch line, where he buys them both a burger, fries, and a coke. They sit with the basketball team, Billy telling them to shove off when they start ribbing them for spending Valentine’s Day of all day attached to each other.

“But-“ Tommy tried to get out.

“This is the last time I tell you to shut your fucking mouth, Hagan.” Billy says, his eyes like daggers as he tosses a fry at the idiots head.

“I think I need a smoke. Steve, join me?”

“It’s not like I have a choice” Steve grumbles, grabbing his bag.

Tommy stands to join them, and Billy shoots him a look. “Not you, asshole.”

Tommy sits, and Billy and Steve make their way out to the bleachers.

“So, who do these belong to anyway, Hopper?” Steve asks as Billy lights his smoke for him. “He’s going to kill you when he finds out.”

Billy nods, filing that away as a conversation he’s not eager to have, right along with the one he knows Steve’s going to want to have with him about his recent behaviour.

They smoke in silence for a few minutes, giving Billy just a little bit longer, but soon, Steve turns to him.

“So, you wanna talk about why you handcuffed us together this morning, Bills?”

“It’s stupid,” Billy mumbles. “Embarrassing.” He takes one last puff of his smoke before stubbing it out under his boot.

Steve motions for him to continue.

“At first, I was just upset because I wanted to celebrate Valentine’s Day with you. I’ve never had a valentine before, and I got all excited.”

Steve had a hint of a smile on his face as he bumped Billy’s shoulder with his own. “Awwwww, I’m your valentine, Billy? I’m honoured.”

“Shut it, Harrington.” Billy replied, but there was no heat behind it. “Anyway, I know I was being a baby about it, but I wanted a special night for the two of us. We don’t get to do special a lot. But then I had to go act like an idiot and ruin it all. Sorry, again, by the way, for what I said. I still feel like a piece of shit about it.

I just built it up so big in my head, and got scared that it wouldn’t just be a little breathing room, and that you’d never talk to me again, so I got desperate. Hence the handcuffs. Clearly not my best idea ever. And now you’re pissed at me, and Hopper is going to be pissed at me.

It’s just that we’re reaching the end of our senior year. We might not end up going to college together, and are we really going to make long distance work? If you even want to try long distance? I never even bothered to ask. Maybe you want your freedom, so you can bang other people. Then you’re going to meet a chick and marry her, and where will that leave me?” Billy knew he was rambling but was finding it hard to stop.

“Woah,” Steve said, placing a hand on Billy’s shoulder. “First, I’m not pissed at you, Billy. I mean, I am, about the handcuffs, but not the other stuff. Yes, I was upset about what you said, but I know you don’t mean it, and we all say things we don’t mean when we’re upset, sometimes. Honestly, I should have communicated better. I just needed some time to get the studying done. We’re going to have to talk through the other stuff later, but I promise you that I have no intention of running off with someone else. I like you a lot, and we have a good thing going. I don’t want to lose that. If I forgive you, will you forgive me?”

Billy nodded. “Deal. Now, we have a couple hours until basketball practice. We can’t skip, because you know how much shit coach gave us last time, but until then, can I take my valentine for a milkshake at Benny’s? I promise, as soon as my dad and Susan are gone tonight, I’ll talk to Hopper and figure out how to get these things off.”

“Ok,” Steve nodded, his smile brightening. “I’ll allow it.”

***

Benny, the owner of Benny’s Burgers, is rumoured to be in a relationship with Mr. Scott, the middle school science teacher, so his restaurant is Billy and Steve’s favourite. They feel comfortable and safe there.

Benny barely bats an eye at the handcuffs when he brings them their shake, nor does he mention the fact that he’s put two straws in one strawberry shake. In fact, when they try to pay, he says it’s on the house, a kind smile on his face.

Billy and Steve sit and talk for over an hour, reminiscing about the memories they’ve made in their time together, and laughing about the time they spent as rivals when Billy first rolled into Hawkins. It seems silly now, to think that there was a time that they weren’t best friends, lovers, and so much more.

Once they’ve drained the milkshake and they’re skirting on the edge of the school day, they head back to Hawkins High to face the coach.

***

It’s not until they get to the locker room that they realize that since they’re attached, they can’t change into their gym shirts. They walk out into the gym in their standard issue green Hawkins High gym shorts, Billy in a grey Henley and his jean jacket, and Steve in a blue and pink striped polo.

“Harrington, Hargrove, what the hell is going on?” Coach asks, the second they step into the gym, his eyes laser focused on them.

“Well…”

“Ummm…”

“Laps. The both of you. No stopping until practice is over.” He shakes his head. “Not sure why I would expect anything more from my co-captains…”

Well, that could have gone much worse, Billy thinks, as he and Steve start to jog around the perimeter of the gym. It’s hard for them to keep pace with each other, as Steve’s longer legs lend to longer strides, but they do their best to meet in the middle.

They try to take their punishment seriously, for the sake of saving face with the coach, but it’s hard with the stupid handcuffs clanging between them. He’s starting to feel like he and Steve are prisoners on the run. At first, it’s just a giggle that escapes him, but before long, Steve joins in, and they get louder and louder, until they can barely move, doubled over with laughter.

“Are you two looking to stay an extra hour and run some more laps?” Coach calls from the other side of the gym. That shuts them up quick. They need to get out of here as soon as possible and get these stupid things off.

Finally practice ends, and after they put the balls away in the equipment storage room, per the coach’s instructions, and head to the locker room to shower. It doesn’t occur to them until that point that that won’t be easy. Billy votes for just skipping the shower, but Steve votes shower and Billy is hardly going to argue with him.

Billy has to remember to try to look uncomfortable having Steve’s naked body so close to him. It’s not easy, because fuck, he has a beautiful body and Billy’s obsessed with it. But he has to remain calm. No boners allowed.

Steve showers first, with Billy holding Steve’s shirt at his wrist, trying as best as he can to keep it out of the spray of the shower, but Steve has no such concerns for Billy’s body. He does everything he can to make sure Billy gets as wet as possible. When he’s sure no one is looking, he throws Billy a wink.

Steve takes forever to finish his shower, one handed as he is. It’s not exactly like Billy can help him without raising suspicions Once Steve is done and toweled off, he holds Billy’s shirt while he has his turn. He’s quick about it because he knows Max will be waiting.

When they get out to the Camaro, Max is leaning against it, backpack slung over one shoulder and her skateboard under one arm.

“Hey, shitbird,” Billy says, by way of greeting.

“Hey, Max.” Steve adds, tisking fondly at Billy.

“Hey, asshole… and Steve?” Max replies as she hops into the backseat and buckles her seatbelt. Once she’s in, Billy and Steve begin awkwardly shuffling into the car, Steve having to climb awkwardly over the centre console, almost hitting his head on the way over.

“Do I even want to know what this is about?” Max asks, sighing.

Billy isn’t sure what to say. Max knows he and Steve are friends, but he can never be sure if that’s all she knows, and he’s definitely not going to ask.

Steve just laughs. “Probably not.”

Thankfully, she doesn’t mention it again, except to ask where they got the cuffs, and what they’re going to do about it.

“They’re Hopper’s. You up for a trip to see El at the cabin this evening?”

“Oh shit,” she laughs. “He’s going to kill you when he finds out you took his handcuffs. And lost the keys. And he’s having Joyce over tonight. He rented El and Will a movie and he’s ordering them pizza and making Joyce a nice dinner. He’s gonna be extra pissed at you for interrupting that.”

Billy gulps. Of course, this can’t be easy. And on top of that, he has to somehow explain to Neil how he came to have Steve Harrington handcuffed to him. He asks Max if she has any ideas about how to get around that.

“Simple,” she says, way to comfortable with making up lies on the spot. “You call Neil from and my mom from the arcade and tell him you’ve brought me there to play some games for a bit. My mom isn’t making dinner tonight, so they won’t care. As long as you guys are detached by the time they get home at 10, you’ll be good.”

Billy nods and Steve thanks her. She’s a genius.

***

The plan goes off without a hitch, Susan quickly agreeing, telling Billy to have Max home in time to do her homework.

That taken care of, Steve insists on taking Max for a burger before they head to Joyce’s, so they head back to Benny’s for the second time that day.

This time, they actually spot Mr. Clarke among the crowd of kids grabbing an after school snack to ruin their dinner with. He’s sitting at the counter, and Benny’s handing him a plate of heart shaped pancakes, with bacon on top, also arranged in the shape of a heart. The two men are having a lively conversation of some sort, Mr. Clarke’s arms waving all around, as if explaining something, and Benny’s head is thrown back in laughter. It makes Billy smile to see them together. It gives Billy hope for his future with Steve, seeing two older queer men living a happy, comfortable life.

Once they’re done there, they head to Joyce’s house. Billy thinks about calling ahead but decides it might honestly be better to just show up unannounced. There’s a small chance that he’ll yell less in person. Or maybe he’ll yell more. Only one way to find out.

Once they arrive at the Byers’ house, they get out of the car and walk up to the front door, placing Max in front of them for protection. They ring the bell and wait. Will appears at the front door a minute later, El peering over his shoulder.

“Uh, hey guys, is Hopper here?” Even as he says it, he can already hear Hopper’s heavy footfall as he makes his way to the door.

El and Will retreat back into the living room and they’re face to face with Hopper, his arms crossed over his chest. “So, here to return something to me?” Of course, he’s already figured out it was Billy that took the cuffs. Max, the little rat, pushes past him to join El and Will.

Billy gives Hopper his most charming grin as he holds up his and Steve’s conjoined wrists. “Sorry? Please help get them off?” It comes out like a question, and he flinches, waiting for Hopper to tear into them.

Hopper sighs. “You know, I’m not even going to ask what happened here. I’m way too happy today to care. Please just promise that it won’t happen again. Ok? Just one question though, why didn’t you just use the keys?”

Billy and Steve mumble something about the sewer grate, and Hopper just shakes his head. He grabs his coat, leading them out to his shed. Minutes later, after some assistance from a pair of bolt cutters, they’re free. They both rub their wrists, sighing in relief and thanking Hopper.

“You know,” Hopper says, as they head back to the house. “If there’s somewhere you’d rather be tonight than watching Max, we’ve already ordered a pizza for Will and El, and they’ve rented a movie. Max can stay, if you want to pick her up at about 9?”

They take him up on the offer immediately, thanking him profusely. Billy lets Max know the plan for the evening, then he and Steve hop in the car and head to Steve’s house as quickly as they can. They’ve got three hours, and it feels like they've got a lot of lost time to make up for.

Once they’re in Steve’s bed though, they take it slowly, because what’s a few days when they think of all the years they’ll be together. Really, they’ve got all the time in the world.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #harringrove fic #valentine's day #harringrove valentine #my fic #chrisbitchtree writes

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lordystrange · 1 year

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It’s time to open a new gate:

#namegate - Why is Will Byers named Will?

All the other Byers-Hopper family members’ names start with the letter J. Except Will’s. And since the writers of the show have said that we should really pay attention to the details, this is the detail I’m paying attention to now.

Will’s full name is William Jacob Byers. So why wasn’t he named Jacob William Byers, to match Joyce, Jonathan, Jim and Jane?

The theories are:

1. Will isn’t a part of the Byers(-Hopper) family

Now ofc Will is a part of that family, but what if he’s not actually Joyce’s child and Jonathan’s brother. I have two options on this, and they both connect to the #twelvegate:

A) Will is a random lab kid (number 012) who’s parents are not Joyce and Lonnie, but who somehow after the massacre ended up living with them

B) Will has a twin, who is 012, and the lab either had to exchange the twins for some reason or 012 was in the UD for some reason and Joyce and Hopper found him (meaning the original Will is dead or somewhere else)

2. Will’s name had to have a meaning, and a connection to Billy

The name William means ”Vehement protector”, and I think that might mean something in s5. What? Well Idk but I’m guessing that Will will be very protective of everyone he loves and hopefully about himself too

The connection to Billy, I think, is for a contrast. In s2 Will was possessed but managed to break out of it to warn and help, to protect, Mike and others. Billy also broke out of the possession and protected El and others.

They were also both abused by their fathers. The difference is, Billy became bad himself, but Will stayed good. (Which is why he won’t die!)

3. M for Mike is upside down W for Will

This is my oldest theory and my favorite one. Take a look at this first:

Above the yellow line is our world and below it is the UD.

We know that Will was in the UD (and still has a connection) and that Mike was the key to get him back to our world (S1 not giving up on him, finding El who could help, S2 pulling him back from those episodes and the possession…).

I read a theory (in @andiwriteordie ’s fic) about Max’s consciousness being stuck in the UD. Her body is in our world, Vecna took his mind, but when Hawkins and Russia groups grilled the shit out of him, Max’s mind got freed, but still stuck in the UD, just floating there kinda like a ghost. Therefore Max is sideways on that figure I made. She’s stuck in between worlds.

El is also in between worlds but not sideways, because she’s not stuck. She can come and go in her mind whenever she likes (maybe not whenever but you get the point). Also she’s opposite from Max, meaning that she’s probably her way to become ’unstuck’.

And those 4 names’ connection to each other would be the reason Will’s first name is William and not Jacob.

Thank you for reading!

Like I said earlier, the last one is my favorite. But I think that if twelvegate is happening, this could tie into it somehow. And if options 1 and 3 are too much of a reach, theory 2 is quite mundane but still nice to notice. 💚

#namegate #byler #will byers #twelvegate #stranger things #stranger things theory #byler theory #will byers theory #mike wheeler #eleven jane hopper #max mayfield #elmax #byler tumblr #joyce byers #jonathan byers #billy hargrove

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undreaming-fanfiction · 2 years

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Love Is

There are some logical things Steve should do immediately after the world gets saved by El in November of 1984 and they meet again at the Byers' house. This concussed, bloodied and beaten Steve who's just breathed in tons of toxic spores and was ready to die protecting Dustin from a pack of demodogs, all that while nonchalantly breaking up with his beloved girlfriend for her own good and giving her a green light for her new relationship, this Steve should prioritize some self-care. He should at least get his wounds properly treated or get checked for damage to his head. That is the rational approach.

But that isn't the Steve Harrington approach.

Instead of that, he wobbles towards Joyce and starts apologizing for the demodog carcass in her freezer, but also for the broken plate because he was supposed to keep an eye on things, he just can't bear to disappoint her more because she's just lost her boyfriend, he didn't know him, of course, but it doesn't matter, Steve knows what it's like to be in love and he doesn't want to imagine what she's going through, can't imagine losing that connection for good. And so he explains how sorry he is for causing more problems. Basically he apologizes for everything, for getting beaten to a pulp by Billy (who was conveniently gone when they came back, Max snickers at Billy probably walking home since she stole his car), for stuffing a dead demodog into her freezer because Dustin asked him to ("and I understand how unhygienic and disturbing that is, Mrs. Byers, I really do, but the kid seems really smart and this is so important to him, maybe I could move it to my house so you don't have to keep it here, I don't use our fridge anyway..."), for bleeding on her floor.

Joyce's mouth is agape. She is frozen in place, only her pupils move as Steve points out the plate shards, the blood, the shelves he and Billy knocked into.

Steve keeps standing there, looking at the tips of his shoes while swaying from side to side, and rambles on. "I'm so sorry for your plate Mrs. Byers, I didn't mean to shatter it, I mean it wasn't me who did that but it shattered over my face so I still kind of am at fault, I will clean that in a second if you can just point me to a broom...also there might be some more damage to your house, I'm pretty sure Max - you know, the ginger girl - created a few holes in your floor and I'll figure out how to fix that, to be fair I think it was needed in that moment but I understand if you're angry about that, the blood will hopefully come off if I get to it soon, I will also get you new plates or-!"

And Joyce's eyes grow glassy, she can't imagine why this boy would be so concerned for her house when he looks like he might faint any second, when he just protected all her son's friends while hardly able to stand. She just mutters "screw this house and the plates" and pulls Steve into a hug. It's messy, sticky (Joyce is still sweaty from exorcising the Mindflayer from Will and Steve is covered in crusts of blood, soil and indescribable stuff from the Upside Down), but it's perfect.

Steve doesn't understand what's happening, probably wouldn't understand even if he was in his right mind, but he returns the hug and Joyce keeps whispering to him "you did so well, you basically accomplished a miracle, thank god you were here, Steve, those kids are so lucky to have you on their side".

When he untangles himself from Joyce's arms and tries to reassure her that he's (probably) going to be fine, Hopper appears behind him, trying to give El at least a shred of privacy to reconnect with Mike. "You really did well, kid," he smiles at Steve and grasps his shoulder. "I'll ask you about the details in a while, I would very much like to know everything about who did this because there is a file just begging to be opened...hell, I might even come to work on time tomorrow. But first..."

He looks to the side and Steve just now notices Joyce standing there with a first aid kit. "Oh yes, please check on the kids," he nods and wobbles to the side. "Wheeler got grabbed by one of those tentacle things and his ankle might be bruised or something, I mean he walks fine but I'd still rather-"

But Hopper isn't having any of it. "Sit," he orders and there is no question, no maybe in his tone. Steve does as he's told and, as he's taking a deep breath, gets interrupted again. "And shut up for a moment, it'll do your jaw some good. The others are okay," Hopper adds when he sees the uneasy glance towards the living room. "Unlike you. You know, you didn't have to do what you did. That makes it even more...commendable," he grumbles and grabs the disinfection from the first aid kit, checks under the colorful band aids on Steve's face.

Joyce is by his side, preparing band aids more appropriate to the size of Steve's injuries, and hums in agreement. "Very commendable. I would also say reckless, but I don't think any of us were...how do I say it...careful?"

"Not stupid," Hopper huffs again and finishes taking care of Steve's cuts. "Now, Harrington, right? Get some rest and I will pay you a visit tomorrow to ensure this," he gestures vaguely to his face, "doesn't happen again."

As Steve nods, quietly thanks them and turns to leave, he hears Joyce clear her throat. "Um...Steve. I don't mean to pry, but are your parents home?"

He shakes his head, as gently as possible to avoid any more pain. "No. They...I think they're on dad's business trip or...something." He honestly doesn't know and doesn't care, it's not like their presence would change anything. "Don't worry Mrs. Byers, I think this," he points to his bruised face, "will go away before they decide to come back. They won't know anything."

Joyce just groans and closes her eyes. "I'll pretend I just didn't hear that," she mutters before looking back at Steve, pointing towards the couch. "Then you're staying here for the night. You got hit in the head, Steve. You need someone with you just in case. The couch is not the most comfortable one in existence, but if anything happens, I'll be nearby. I probably won't sleep anyway, so it's not like you'll be any extra work," she adds. Her smile is tired, tense, she is exhausted but determined to see that Will is okay and will remain to be. "I'll get you some clothes and blankets."

Hopper shushes Steve when he begins to protest. "Now that's a wise woman. Don't tell her I said that. But she's right, you're in no condition to drive and I'll sleep much better if I know no one's going to wake me up in two hours to report a concussed teenager crashing into a tree. So, you're under house arrest until," he ponders, stroking his mustache, "let's say nine. I will stop by and check on you."

Steve still feels sore as Jonathan hands him a clean t-shirt and sweatpants and gently directs him to the bathroom, making sure three times that the size is okay with him.

He feels his heart aching from the recent breakup as Nancy takes over preparing the couch and creates a mountain of pillows so he doesn't suffocate in his sleep if anything happens, then squeezes his hand and thanks him for saving her brother from his own recklessness.

He definitely still feels confused when Dustin ponders for a moment before leaving, reaches out as if to shake Steve's hand and then just hugs Steve, arms tight around his waist. "Thank you for everything, Steve. You're really cool, you know," he smiles at him and demands that Hopper brigs him along the following day to verify what Steve remembers from his fight with Billy.

But most of all, he feels more loved than he has in his whole life. He thinks it might just be the potential concussion, gratefulness and possible guilt that will eventually fade away, so he tries his best not to get used to the feeling, not to expect anything. He closes his eyes, buries his aching head in the pillow mountain and falls asleep.

During the night, he sometimes hears soft steps, even imagines feeling gentle fingers on his forehead. He feels safe.

In the morning, Joyce brings him a glass of juice and some light food he can stomach, her small hands pushing his chest back to lie down when he tries to at least help with the dishes. He feels cared for.

Six minutes after nine, Hopper announces himself with three sharp knocks. He greets Joyce and immediately walks to Steve, checking on him and jotting down some notes on the damage he sustained. He feels protected.

Dustin doesn't arrive with Hopper ("he needs the sleep and I told him so yesterday, the kid is too nosy for his own good"), but the small gremlin arrives shortly afterwards on his bike. He's breathless, but when he barges in and sees Steve sitting up and talking to Hopper, his face breaks out into a wide smile. "You're fine!" he yells and, after being shushed by the whole household, tiptoes to check on Will. He's back in a few minutes, sitting down next to Steve. Hopper seems dangerously close to strangling him, especially when Dustin starts reenacting the fight with Billy, but Steve is smiling and ruffles Dustin's hair from time to time. He still feels loved.

And to Steve's surprise, that feeling doesn't go away. Dustin keeps checking on him, finding the weirdest pretenses to stop by, once claiming he'd like to swim in the pool in late November. He becomes a constant in Steve's life and soon he's driving Dustin to school, chatting with him about anything and everything. Friendships have never been this easy.

He sees El a few weeks later when Hopper asks him to stop by to discuss the next steps regarding Billy. She checks his face, now mostly healed, and reaches out to grasp his hand. "You saved Mike. Thank you." She stops for a moment, thinking, and then adds. "If he hurts you again, I will break his legs."

Max comes to thank him when he drops charges against Billy after a quiet agreement between both parties, no charges, also no mention of Max stabbing a needle in Billy's neck. "You're cool, you know," she tells him, giving him one of her rare smiles. "I thought you were insane back at the junkyard...but Dustin was right. It was really cool."

Lucas and Mike come to him some days, bringing leftover food from Karen Wheeler. She knows his parents are never home and now that Nancy spends so much time at Joyce's house, there is always some food to give away. Steve might no longer be with Nancy, but Karen has known him for over a year and her care doesn't end with a breakup. Lucas is clear with his affection, openly acknowledging they'd all be dead if Steve wasn't with them that night. Mike scoffs and complains about being used as a food delivery service, but Lucas just laughs and nudges Mike's side. "Don't mind him," he says to Steve quietly so that Mike doesn't hear him, "he likes you too. He even reminded his mom when she forgot to give him today's box."

Steve doesn't have a romantic relationship anymore. He doesn't even try to find one in the last year at school, settling into his new routine instead. But despite falling asleep alone and pushing away all interested girls in the Hawkins High, he has never felt more loved.

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i would love so much for the parents of stranger things, besides joyce and hopper, to get some elaboration on how they feel about their kids clearly having trauma from a series of events mostly unknown to them.

like does charles notice that after the fourth of july he and lucas have the same reaction to fireworks? for a moment he questions if ptsd, or whatever the shrink he was forced to visit after being discharged from the military called it, could be passed down genetically, no, of course not. he was in that mall fire, or maybe he just saw it? neither of the kids had given him any details, he and sue agreed to let them speak about it on their own time, even though their own time is starting to feel like never. and charles can let erica sleep in sue and his bed and he can give lucas advice on how to deal with the fireworks, but any deeper conversations and the kids are “fine” - they’re always fine. sue mentions therapy, charles scoffs at the suggestion, therapy would imply something’s wrong, that he did something wrong, that he didn’t follow all the rules, read all the parenting books, try his best but still fall short to things both in and out of his control. so lucas tears up and hugs him for “no particular reason” sometimes, erica still makes him check for monsters in the closet. kids can be strange, his kids are strange, but also his favorite people ever, so he’ll take his wins where he can.

after they move to forest hills does susan apologize for not being more present? yes, max says it’s fine, it’s not. susan wants to pull herself apart for her behavior, she tells herself she’ll do better tomorrow, she won’t. she’ll have max rest her head in her lap while they watch murder she wrote and find the time to braid her hair before school, but she can’t change the past or justify her failings or take away max’s pain. she can’t even talk about neil or billy. how does she explain that she desperately misses the worst man she’s ever met? or at least the moments where he was apologizing for something she probably should have left him for. and billy, no, yeah, billy... when susan schedules max to see the school counselor max accuses her of pawning off her problems to a stranger, yes, not that she thinks therapy would be useless for her. she thinks about how after the night max snuck out she anxiously confided in neil that something was wrong with max, something happened. he laughed at her, “that’s just what max is like,” oh right, she doesn’t know her own daughter, the man barely acknowledges when she enters or exits the home unless it’s an excuse to get angry, knows her daughter better than her, that’s just what she’s like. yeah, sorry, right, this is what it’s always been like.

after dustin’s good friend’s brother dies does claudia offer any support? maybe too much. she smothers dustin with love the same way she did when will went missing, the way she always has, dustin waves it away, billy was a dick, it doesn’t matter. claudia brings a lasagna to the hargroves, max’s grumpy step-dad slams the door in her face and dustin blows a gasket when he hears. suddenly unconditional love isn’t feeling like enough. dustin cries in her arms, when she asks what’s wrong he tells her that he isn’t allowed to say. what a perfect way to make every possible fear rush through her head. later he says it’s bullying, kids at school are mean and there isn’t anything she can do about it. she decides to believe him. hugs and home cooking don’t work like they used to but she tries, keeps engaging in his interests and checking in on him. She wouldn’t be herself if she stopped trying, even as the meltdowns increase in frequency and severity, his attitude becomes more sour, everything seems to be going wrong, she preserves.

when mike slams his door for the fifth time in a single week does ted change his technique for connecting with his son? no. what technique? that’s his wife’s job, not his.

#stranger things #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #lumax #byler #<- ships r just target audiences srry #charles sinclair #sue sinclair #susan hargrove #susan mayfield #claudia henderson #ted wheeler #karen wheeler #if you think i’m excusing anybody’s actions by empathizing with or contextualizing them ur wrong #i think susan has failed as a parent but i also emphasize w her deeply #nuance nuance nuance

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panandinpain0 · 2 years

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Hi could you do a fluff/Angst headcanon of dating Will x Male reader???

Home

Of course! I love Will so much.

Requested by: Anon

Will Byers x Male!Reader (Hopper is the father figure to Reader, but not like Eleven- he's just the only parental role you have in your life)

Something to know about me- I hate being sad so I avoid angst if I can. Which is one of the reasons why I am terrified for tonight when vol. 2 comes out...

For that reason- this oneshot is set in season 3, I need some nostalgia before I get hit with this

Enjoy while we still can 🥲

You and Will had been going out for a couple of months now and you were both incredibly happy

Your loved ones supported you

Strangers didn't, but why did they matter?

Honestly everyone just wanted the two of you safe and happy.

That's why when you go on dates Hopper trails along.

He thinks you don't notice, but you do

Ever since you had gotten together Joyce had voiced her concern for you two to Hopper

So he decided to keep an eye on you

(Let's be honest, he was going to do it whether Joyce said something or not)

You were basically his son- and even if you weren't, he still felt responsible for you

And if anyone laid a hand on you, man, watch out

So when you came to visit the Byers' house after school to meet with Will while Hopper was over

And you were covered with bruises and cuts

Blood, sweat, and tears caused by something other than "hard work"

You should have seen Hopper's face.

It was redder than when he yelled at Eleven to keep the door 3 inches open when Mike was over

You had knocked, even though you didn't need to.

You had a key, Joyce had given one to you years ago

Walking into the kitchen you could see Hopper, Joyce, Jonathan, and Will sitting at the table

Joyce and Will had jumped up when they saw you

And offered you a seat at the table

Which you took

They all shouted questions at you while Joyce patched you up

"It was nothing," you say

"Just some kid."

"'Just some kid?'" Hopper would shout back.

He and Jonathan would threaten to find the kid and beat him to a pulp

But the three of you would convince them not too

"I'm fine, really."

And you were

Fine- that is

You would take anything as long as it meant being with Will

Other than those parts of your relationship everything else would be bliss

Watching movies (Jonathan joining sometime, man that guy seems a little lonely)

Drawing together

Trying to draw each other and then laughing at the drawings

Joyce teaching you how to cook

Hanging out as a couple with him and his group of friends

You'd team up and convince them all to play DnD just like you used to

They would have your back.

If anything happened, you knew you wouldn't be alone

Because they were your family

Your favorite moments were the quiet ones, alone with Will

Holding his hand as you laid on his bed in the afternoon, cuddling

The window open and the hot air and sun filtering in

You would look into his eyes for hours

Running your fingers through his hair

Or watching him draw

Or listening to music together

Then everything happened.

The Mall fiasco

...The Mind Flayer

Billy.

Hopper.

...

Joyce thought it was best for them to move.

You were torn in part, both you and Will

It wasn't like Joyce liked seeing it, but she needed to leave

To get away

So as you joined lips with Will for what seemed to be the last time you realized something

You would rather be with Will, than anywhere else.

Yes, Hawkins was your home physically

But your real home?

Will Byers.

You move to Cali with the Byers + Eleven! Yayyyyy!

I was really debating on whether to make you and Eleven siblings but I ship Jopper and it'd be weird if Joyce and Hopper were a thing while you and Will were a thing- you get it.

Who else is petrified for tonight?

Heh... yayyyy

-Author Max <3

#fanfiction #writer #x reader #reader insert #oneshot #x male reader #stranger things #fluff #gay mlm #x male y/n #william byers x male!reader #will x reader #will byers x reader #will byers #st3

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randomfandomwrites · 2 years

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Missing Part 2 (Billy Hargrove x Reader)

*not my gif*

Part 1 Part 2

Summary: Billy helps find you in the Upside Down (I think I made it gn reader, but honey is used as a nickname)

Warning: Kidnapping, angst, cursing, kind of anxiety?

Word Count: 2,410

A/N: Sorry I’ve been kind of slow on writing, school’s starting soon and I have a lot of stuff going on. Leave it to school to make me not want to do the things I actually like :/

Billy covered his face with his hands again, rubbing his eyes. He exhaled loudly before looking up. “Shit, that’s all true? That all happened... here? And- and that��s why Max and (y/n) were at the house with Steve and why Max was being so weird and- oh my God,” Billy rambled.

“Yeah, and now (y/n)’s there and we have to help them,” Hopper said.

“Damn right we do! Why are we just sitting here doing nothing while they’re fucking dying? Didn’t you say the air is toxic or some shit? We have to help!” Billy shouted, standing up abruptly.

“And we will, but you can’t go. Leave this to the adults; we’ve done this before,” Hopper replied, just as loud.

“I’m going and you can’t fucking stop me! (Y/n) has been a part of my life since I moved to this shithole town and I’m not about to start living without them! I’m almost an adult and I sure as hell know how to take care of myself. So fuck you if you try to stop me, because I love (y/n) and without them I would fucking die in this goddamn place!” Billy screamed, sitting back down.

“I can’t-” Hopper started.

“Jim...” Joyce whispered. Hopper looked at her and sighed, shoulders slumping.

“Fine. On one condition. Anything, and I mean anything, starts to go wrong, you run. You get out of there and don’t look back. Now is not the time to be a hero, alright? We go in, we get (y/n) we go right back out. No brave or daring acts, kid. You run. Got it?” Hopper explained sternly. Billy nodded.

“Yes, sir,” Billy said seriously. Hopper stared (glared?) at him for another second before nodding once.

“Okay then. Let’s go. Joyce, you know where the gate is?” Hopper asked, turning to her.

“Yeah, the kids told me. It’s a half hour from here, if we hurry,” she replied.

“Alright. Come on.”

Billy jumped out of the police car, slamming the door and running to the gaping hole in the ground.

“I’m assuming that... that’s it?” Billy asked.

“Yep,” Hopper muttered with disgust. “Ladies first,” he grumbled, gesturing to the gate. Joyce scoffed and slowly stepped inside before disappearing in the slimy opening. Billy followed her, Hopper right behind him.

“Whoa,” Billy grunted, landing roughly. He stood up and looked around. The pulsing gap that connected his world and this was about seven feet above him. But he had fallen down? What the hell is this place?

The darkness was the first thing he noticed. It seemed to consume everything, and things that should have been bright and shiny were dull and dreary. There was no light here, except for the occasional lightning flashes in the sky, illuminating the ominous terrain for moments before allowing the gloomy shadows to take control again.

The next thing he noticed was the temperature. A bitter coolness seemed to hang in the air, an icy sensation that sent a shiver down his spine. It felt as if cold fingers were tracing over him, pulling him and sending piercing ice to the depths of his heart. It was so, so cold. He hated it here already and he’d barely taken a step.

The last thing he noticed before Hopper pulled him ahead was the silence. There was no ambience here. Aside from the occasional squelching of wet vines and the faint, intermittent rustling of things he’d rather not see, this other world was silent. Billy could practically hear his heart beating out of his chest.

“Come on, we don’t have all day,” Hopper muttered, walking forward. Joyce followed him.

“Down here, we don’t have day at all,” Billy responded. Hopper shot him a cold glare, though not as cold as the biting atmosphere that seemed to suffocate them. Billy rolled his eyes and trailed behind the adults. “Where are we going, anyway?” He asked.

“Well, when Will was down here-”

“Who’s Will?” Billy cut Hop off.

“He’s my son, and he was stuck down here for a while. We got him out, and he’s okay now. But he was at our house a lot, so we’re going to (y/n)’s house to see if they’re hiding there. Seems like they would take any comfort they could get down here, and I don’t blame them. I would come home too,” Joyce mused. Billy stopped in his tracks.

“Well if they want comfort, (y/n) wouldn’t go to their house,” Billy commented. Joyce and Hopper turned around. “Yeah, they don’t like it there any more than I like my house,” Billy continued.

“What the hell do you mean?” Hopper asked.

“I’m just saying, if (y/n) wanted somewhere they felt safe, they wouldn’t pick their house, that’s all,” Billy said defensively. Hopper raised an eyebrow and stepped closer to Billy.

“Was there anywhere they did like to go? Anywhere that meant something to them?” Hopper asked. Billy shook his head and looked down, thinking.

“Um...” He stared at the ground, biting his lip. Suddenly he looked straight, then up at Hopper. “Wait, yeah, the theater. We- we go there all the time, and that’s where I asked them out. Um, they told me they go there sometimes to think?” Billy said hopefully. Hopper stared at him for a second.

“Then I guess we’re going to see a movie. Let’s go.”

After what felt like hours, the theater came into view. “Oh my God, there it is. (Y/n)’s there, come on!” Billy shouted, starting to run. Hopper put a hand in front of him to hold him back. “What are you doing?” Billy asked.

“Be quiet, we don’t know if anything is here. These monsters like to hunt, and we might be fun prey if they’re close.”

“Isn’t that just a reason we should hurry? What if those fuckers are in there with them already? We have to go!” Billy urged. Hopper pushed him backwards.

“And we will, but if we’re dead, then nobody’s coming to help. Got it?” Hopper reprimanded sternly. “Let’s just be cautious. We don’t even know if (y/n)’s in here.”

A shrill roar pierced the air and the group ducked behind a building. A creature appeared from nowhere, with too-long arms and milky skin. It roared again, shaking the earth. It put its face to the ground and stalked towards them. Billy was practically shaking as it stood up and looked right towards them. He saw Hop reaching towards a broken piece of brick and stood up, keeping his back to the wall. He slowly inched to the opposite edge of the building, throwing it away from them and out of sight. The creature snapped its head back at the sound and dropped to all fours, running down the street away from their hiding place. Billy had to cover his mouth to quiet his panicked breathing.

When all seemed clear again, Billy exhaled. “What the fuck was that?” he gasped.

“That was a demogorgan, and the reason you can’t be screaming to your heart’s content out here,” Hopper responded sternly. After another minute, Hopper slowly stepped out onto the street and looked around. “It’s okay. Let’s keep going. But for (y/n)’s sake, keep your goddamn voice down.”

Billy was getting more and more impatient as the small group approached the building. His heart was racing, and he felt like he would burst if he didn’t get in there right this second and help you. When he reached the door, his patience snapped. “(Y/n)? (Y/n)?” he called. He sprinted down the hall, pushing open the doors to each movie room and glancing in quickly to see if you were there. Joyce and Hopper ran after him, calling out, but couldn’t keep up. He flung open the second to last door in the hallway and looked over it, moving to run out before his heart stopped for a split second. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the outline of a figure lying on the ground.

It was you.

Billy’s breath caught in his throat as he froze, staring at you. You were still, your limbs splayed out in a way that seemed unnatural. Snapping out of his daze, he stumbled toward you.

“Billy!” Joyce shouted, opening the door. Hopper almost ran into her, but they both stopped at the sight of Billy’s slow movements and your motionless body.

“Oh God, (y/n), no,” Billy whispered. “No, no, no, no, no, no, it can’t be you, it can’t be you.” He fell to the ground, kneeling before your body. He shook you. “C’mon, (y/n) please.” He shook you again. “Please, please, please!” he begged, his voice rising as he choked on his words.

No response.

Billy lowered his head and sobbed. This isn’t happening. This is a nightmare. This isn’t happening. He repeated it over and over in his head. But something pulled him out. He felt- no. Was it? Billy looked down at you, the tiniest spark of hope flickering in him. “(Y/n)?” he whispered again. Your hand twitched slightly, almost unnoticeably. But Billy saw it. He could breathe again. He lifted you up in his arms, pulling you close so he could hear your heartbeat. It was there, but it was faint. He looked back at Hopper and Joyce, standing silently in the doorway. “They’re alive!” he shouted. “We have to help, hurry, help me pick them up!” They didn’t waste time running down and pulling you to your feet.

“(Y/n), I need you to open your eyes for me, okay?” Joyce said. “Can you do that, honey?”

Your eyelids fluttered for a second, and the hope in Billy’s chest grew. “(Y/n)? I’m here, honey. I got you, just please, please open your eyes,” he whispered.

“Billy?” You looked up at him, practically limp in his arms. Your vision was blurry and your voice was almost gone.

“Oh my God, (y/n). Yeah, I’m here. I got you, I’m here,” Billy whispered, tears in his eyes.

“Water,” you coughed. Joyce fished a flask out of her backpack and brought it to your lips. It was a little stale, but to you, it was heaven. You drank almost half of it before taking a breath.

“Good, that’s so good, (y/n). Can you walk?” Billy asked.

“I- I don’t know,” you murmured.

“I’ll help you,” Billy said. He put his arm around you and placed your arm on his shoulders. You knew he was practically carrying you, but it did help you walk. With Billy supporting you, you could limp well enough.

“Okay, now let’s get out of here before anything comes and ruins all of our warm, fuzzy, happy feelings,” Hopper said in a tone that indicated his true meaning which was along the lines of let’s hurry up and leave right the fuck now. He didn’t want to be down here any longer than he had to, and it wasn’t hard to understand why. Everyone else felt the same.

You tripped constantly walking out of the movie theater. You could almost feel yourself ebbing away as you used the last of your energy trying to push yourself towards home. Billy offered to carry you several times, but you declined. You didn’t know why, but you felt guilty about them coming down to save you, and you would’ve felt even guiltier if Billy had to carry you all the way to the gate. Although, the more exhausted you got, the more tempting his offer sounded. He kept glancing over at you, worried, each time asking if you needed help. And each time, you insisted you were fine. You hated yourself for it, and you didn’t know why. Maybe the toxic air got to your head.

It took longer than expected, but finally, finally, they got you to the gate. Now the challenge was getting you up through it. Joyce had rope in her backpack, but you obviously didn’t have the strength to climb up.

“Um, okay,” Billy started, running a hand through his hair. “Um, how about I go through, and then, um, (y/n) can stand on your shoulders,” he said, gesturing to Hopper, “and then they can go through and I can pull them up on the other side?”

“They are not standing on my-”

“Hop,” Joyce said sternly. Hopper looked between her and Billy, scoffing, before he looked at you. You were weak and barely standing. His eyes softened.

“Fine. Just hurry, please,” he relented. Joyce smiled at him and began climbing. Billy went up soon after. Hopper stepped toward you. “You ready, kid?” Silently, you nodded. He bent down and moved his hands back so you could stand on them if you needed to. The situation was so absurd and the position he was in was so awkward that you laughed slightly. Hopper looked back at you, a small smile on his face. You jumped onto his back like a toddler and positioned yourself so that you were crouching on his shoulders. You felt like a freaky parrot, and the image of a parrot in your shoes was enough to make you laugh again. I must be delirious, you thought. It’s not that funny. Still, you were fighting giggles as you slowly stood up. You were still feeling faint, and you wobbled slightly. The opening was only a few inches above your head, but it felt like a huge gap. You shakily reached toward the edge. The second your finger brushed it, you grabbed onto it like your life depended on it.

Now that you were steadier, you stood up taller. The top of your head pushed through the slimy layer, and you reached up to where you knew Billy was waiting. A second passed, and then a warm hand grasped yours. You clung onto Billy’s hand as you pushed further through the opening. Adrenaline pumped through you at the sight of your world. You pulled yourself up Billy’s forearms as he lifted you. You fell into Billy’s chest and he hugged you.

“I was so fucking worried, (y/n), I thought... (y/n)? Hey, shit, are you okay?” Billy’s voice was laced with anxiety as you swayed. Your legs gave out and you fell over, Billy almost dropping you.

Billy’s voice yelling your name over and over was the last thing you heard before everything went black.

I would’ve had this done in an hour tonight but somebody kept bothering me 😭 I swear I’ll try to be more active and get the requests done. School is starting soon and my mental health is being a bitch, but writing helps me so hopefully that’ll motivate me :) Love you all so much and thank you for reading!!!

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cherrydreamer · 2 years

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Been thinking about Billy and Steve some time in the future, having some discussion about getting married. And it started out hypothetical, just sprang up out of a joke or a quip that one of them made over dinner, but then Billy’s talking about it a lot, sounding all serious, talking about how boring most weddings are, and how theirs would be so damn good, how he’s already got a speech that he knows is gonna make Steve cry and how they should do it anyway, get everyone together for a big party and call it their wedding and see what happens.

And Steve looks all confused, and then a little sad and he says, “Yeah but we can’t. It’s not, like, legal right?”

And Billy’s mouth sets into a line, and his nose scrunches in that way it does when he’s annoyed, “Well, no. But my mom was legally married to Neil, and that was a shitshow. And he was legally married to Susan, and that’s a shitshow too. And Susan and Max’s dad, and, God, most of these sad old fuckers in Hawkins, they’re legal but they’re not happy. Legal doesn’t mean shit. So why does it matter?”

And Steve shrugs, starts muttering something about taxes and the government, and Billy’s nose gets even scrunchier and his voice gets all passionate, “Fuck the government. What do those fuckers get up to? Opening portals and letting all those gross petal faced fucking monsters out? Experimenting on little children? Is that legal? Where the hell do they get off telling us what’s legal? Fuck it. Fuck them. Fuck ‘em all. We're happy and we’re in love and I want everyone to know and I want to see you all dressed up in a nice suit and I want to dance with you in front of all our friends and I want Hopper to make a speech and cry in the middle of it and I want Joyce to bake a cake and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Fuck, I want you to be my husband so-”

And then he stops, his eyes going wide “Wait. Shit. OK, shit, Stevie. I'm just gonna-"

And then Billy walks around the table until he’s standing right by Steve’s chair, and he's tugging the silver ring from his middle finger, pulling it off and holding it up as he drops down on one knee,

“Steve Harrington, I love you. I love the shit outta you. I want you to have and to hold for-fucking-ever, so will you do me the absolute honour of being my unlawfully wedded husband?”

#harringrove #another one inspired by ihni #you are my MUSE #i couldn't resist padding it out a little #and YES you know how this ends #with the fun bouncy castle wedding!

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stranger-rants · 1 year

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Hi, I hope you don’t mind me asking, but how would The Party react when they see or meet Vance because I’m curious? Also I love your headcanons of Billy and Vance

So, in my head Vance is about ten years younger than Billy. I don’t know the exact age when Billy’s mom left him, but that seems to line up with when Vance was conceived. Billy is ~25/26 when he meets Vance for the first time with Vance being ~15/16. The older teens would be in their mid-20s along with Billy by then, and the younger ones would be in their early 20s. Vance is very much The Baby. (Also, yes I know that TBP takes place in an earlier era… but this is my crossover and I make the rules!)

Anyway.

Max is less of a step-sister, and more of a cool aunt vibe wise. She will drive Vance to the arcade, but also whoop his ass at the machines and piss Vance off. Then they’ll go have burgers and milkshakes later with Lucas at a diner. When Lucas heard about Max having another ‘step-brother’ (they debated extensively about how, exactly, they should explain Vance’s relation yet lack of relation to Max), he didn’t know what to expect but he kind of should have known what to expect. In fact, when he meets Vance for the first time, he says, “I don’t know what I was expecting” and Vance stands there with a sourpuss look on his face rocking denim on denim just like Billy. But. Vance is kind of a nerd underneath everything so Lucas is able to bond with him a bit over Star Trek. (Vance will not admit to watching that shit to anyone else, though).

Eleven is Hopper’s daughter, still, of course. It kind of makes her and Vance cousins? Eleven is very happy about having more family. I mean, technically with Hopper and Joyce settling down and Steve and Billy getting together, it’s like Eleven, Will, Jonathan, Billy, and Max are all one big happy family (in her mind) with Vance linking them together so it’s fate or whatever. Vance thinks she’s a bit out-there, and Eleven thinks Vance is a sensitive boy just like Billy. Despite her strange personality, Vance likes spending time with her whenever he needs some time away from Billy and Steve. Will is away finishing up college and Jonathan travels doing photography, but they meet Vance during the holidays. Vance is relegated to the kids table during holiday meals, but that includes the party members still even though they’re young adults so that’s when the majority of them meet him.

Billy and Vance are teased non-stop about their similarities, and much to Billy’s dismay Vance is regaled with tales about Billy’s youth that could easily be used for blackmail later. Vance tries to enjoy himself but gets easily overstimulated at these ‘family gatherings.’ Steve gets that. It took a while for Billy to warm up to these things and even though being surrounded by family is what Steve always wanted, he’s not used to it either. So, they scoot out early and go home and relax. When Vance feels more comfortable with them, he’ll watch movies with Billy and Steve on the weekend. Dustin moved to be closer to his girlfriend, but sometimes comes to visit. When he does, he stays with them too which annoys the crap out of Billy so naturally Vance prepares to be annoyed by him, too, but really he’s just goofy and asks a lot of questions to get to know him. Steve has always made Dustin feel safe and Vance is starting to understand why.

Steve is not as naturally “parental” as people assume. He’s really trying to figure out this whole “raising a teenage (former) foster kid” thing. Trying to balance being someone Vance can trust but also someone who can set and enforce boundaries. Billy’s better at that part and Steve thinks that Billy is trying to compensate for the lack of good parenting he got. Be the parent he needed, and not just the one he wanted. But there’s layers of conflict there. Billy not loving Vance right away. Billy being jealous of him because his mom left him to have Vance. Billy having a better relationship with Max now, but knowing he already struggled dealing with one surprise sibling. Billy trying to figure out if he should be more like a sibling or more like a parent, and how that triggers frustrations over being parentified in the past as an older sibling and how it’s happening all over again. But this time Steve is here, and Steve’s trying his best to manage the chaos.

Those are just some thoughts I have.

#billy & vance #asks

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writer-in-theory · 2 years

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Billy used to think he simply wasn't cut out to love and be loved.

Every time he tried to get the right words out his throat choked up and his brain shorted out until he was saying something entirely unrelated to what he'd meant to admit. It had taken months after Steve first told him he loved him to return the sentiment, and it never quite got easier after the first.

Ever since he got out from under Neil's foot, the idea of physical touch still burned Billy's chest. It wasn't like he was completely averse to it, even finding comfort in knowing Steve was safely held in his arms. But he still sometimes flinched when a hand come toward him too fast and felt his heart leap if Steve didn't in some way announce himself before wrapping his arms around him.

He was far too used to rationing his money to spend on silly gifts. Even spending on himself send waves of guilt through his chest, like there could be twenty other better things he spent on. Billy hated receiving them too, felt too guilty.

There were too many things he couldn't do, too many ways he couldn't return someone's love in the way they expected or needed.

But fuck, if Billy couldn't provide for the people he loved.

Billy first realized he had a chance at love when Max came to visit him in the hospital, loudly declaring that she was his sister that he saved from an interdimensional monster so she should be allowed to stay beyond visiting hours, and well, Owens couldn't quite refute that one.

He'd never really had a sibling before, but Billy thinks he was always meant to have one. Because when Neil ditched his newly disabled son to be cared for by the Mayfields, he found love for the first time since his mother left.

He found it in taking Max to school every morning so Susan could sleep in after her night shifts, even when the act of pressing on the gas pedal still made his ankle ache. He found it in threatening a freshman named Troy who apparently thought it was cute to harass his sister and her annoying friends. He even found it in his new role as El's babysitter, because apparently she asked for him to come by so many times that Hopper and Joyce decided it would be good for the two of them to heal together—him from his physical injuries and her from, well, whatever the hell was going on with her powers.

And of course, he found it in Steve Harrington.

Billy brought him lunch when he knew Steve would forget, because ever since being interrogated by Russians he'd been forgetting basic ways to take care of himself. He would stay awake until he knew Steve was asleep, holding the other man close and brushing gentle fingertips over closed eyelids until Steve's breathing evened out. It was the only way to keep away the nightmares, he'd found.

Steve would tell him to slow down, would tell him that he didn't need coddling.

"I like taking care of you, pretty boy," Billy would tell him, braiding some of that long hair back off of his face one lazy Sunday morning. "When's the last time someone properly took care of you?"

He knew that answer. He knew it in the empty house, he knew it in the way Steve would carefully direct conversations to be about everyone else because he didn't want the others to worry about him. Billy knew his parents hadn't been around in the way they should, knew Steve spent his high school years so worried about Nancy, and Barb, and the kids that he never once stopped to let anyone take that weight from his shoulders.

But Steve was not Atlas, and Billy could see the scars and bruises that stained those shoulders too clearly.

Billy understood he knew love when he could take some of that weight, when he could watch Steve sleep without a care in the world because the other man knew Billy had taken care of everything if only for a day. It may have taken five months after Steve said it for Billy to say the words aloud, but he'd been telling the man he loved him for far longer.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #billy tries to be a good brother #stranger things #stranger jays #harringrove ficlet

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Max as an omega sounds really interesting because I never could have expected it. She has such an alpha energy, I imagine it would be hard for her to come to terms with it, considering she doesn't want to seem weak, like she's easy to hurt or like she might need protection. I like to imagine Billy would be an alpha and would love to terrorrize Max, like he'd just find it satisfying to physicall and/or emotionally abuse any omega even if it's just his sister.

Max definitely struggled with it at first, but she does a lot of research about it and realizes a lot of what society knows about omegas has been perverted and twisted by the Church and conservative culture.

She goes straight to Nancy about it, and they dive deep into the research.

She has pride in the fact that omegas have historically actually been really fierce. They are the last line of defense for the family- you don't fuck with a protective omega defending their pack. They will tear you limb from limb when threatened.

I think that's the beauty of ABO, is that everyone has different interpretations, and I whole-heartedly categorize the dominance and submission between mates as being earned.

An omega's submission is sacred, and Max quickly realizes that she doesn't need to bow her head to every dumbass-alpha that decides to parade their status around. Lucas has never tried to make her submit- he's so supportive of her, it's cavity-causing sweet actually.

El, her other mate, isn't exactly a normal alpha either. Because she grew up away from society's rules, she instinctively acts based off what her mind tells her unconsciously. Which means, she knows Max would only bow her head if she's earned it, and that's not something she wants to rush. Hopper is very careful in how he presents himself around her- his relationship with Joyce is what El uses to mold how she herself should act- so he's ridiculously devoted to Joyce, partly because he knows he needs to set a good example.

Nancy is her other role-model. As a fellow female alpha, Nancy is there to guide her as she grows and matures. Because Max is super-close to Nancy and Robin, you best believe that they ensure El is fully taught how to be a respectful and loving alpha to Max (and eventually Lucas too).

Plus, they're all still pretty young. So, they're barely learning the standards of behavior now that they've presented. Nothing crazy yet for the babies.

Billy- well, he's just a piece of shit. It's true that he sacrificed himself in the end, but he continued the cycle of abuse. Max is super conflicted, because while he never tried anything inappropriate, he still lorded his status over her to get his way. He had no problem making her submit when she wouldn't listen- he had no problem raising his hand against her when she fought back. He's the very definition of an asshole-alpha, and she unfortunately had to deal with that all by herself until she met the Party.

#omegaverse #max mayfield #elumax #ronance abo

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mixsethaddams · 1 year

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So... *rubs my grubby little hands together*

Who's been Vecna's spy in Hawkins all along?

No, it's not Will. We know what happens to him when Vecna is actively using him and it's too hard to ignore.

We also know from seeing Billy being flayed that Vecna is very clever to not go too far off the beaten track when it comes to how his hosts will act. Billy's hair got a bit neater, his clothes got a bit tidier, but otherwise he was just the same dude.

It's safe to assume that any change in the OG party members would have been spotted almost immediately by El. So Lucas and Dustin are, in my mind, out of the running. Lucas went looking for Will by himself in s1 after he fought with the others and was obviously invested in getting his friend back. Dustin, by his own observation, would have set off all the magnets and compasses that he carries around. Erica is out too, because of her willingness to get hands on is s3 & s4 to foil plans. Max isn't an option either because aside from the obvious reason of Vecna trying to kill her, she was too close to Billy. This is another way we can discount most of the main party; she would notice just as soon as El would.

I also personally believe the main grown ups of Hopper, Joyce, and Murray to be out of the running here too. Joyce very much fucked with Vecna's plans in s1 by refusing to believe any of the lies she was fed about Will and Hopper has had no real character changes through the seasons to warrant suspicion. Murray is just that little bit far enough outside of the main Hawkins orbit for Vecna to think of him as an option, and doesn't have enough allies in the town early on for him to be considered useful enough. Nancy and Jonathon I'm also discounting because of Jon's proximity to Will, and Nancy's willingness to shoot at anything larger than a golden retriever.

So now. Let's get down to brass tacks. Who is the spy?

Mike is an obvious option for a couple of reasons. When Will was still possessed, Mike was the one that broke him out of it and it was Will's encouragement that helped Mike talk El through her fight with Vecna. Is seeing and hearing each other so loudly through the fog more of a psychic bond than a spiritual one? As much as I am a Byler truther at heart, something tells me that Blue Meets Yellow In The West might be a Mike Vs Will showdown, and not a joining of forces. Mike has also had some significant changes happen. El noticed straight away when he started signing things 'From Mike' instead of 'Love Mike'. He stopped calling Will when they moved to California. He didn't rush to El's side when the other girl's were bullying her, he just looked around, bemused. Not only is this wildly removed from the person we got to know in s1 and s2, but it's so different to someone that his best friend describes as 'The Heart' of them all. Will felt something off about Mike too, when he got to California. Was that sense of Vecna being around just his presence in the Upside Down, or his psychic link to Mike?

Second up, we have Robin. Robin appeared with very little backstory and even Rebel Robin leaves a lot of guesswork and blank spaces. She just happens to speak Russian? As well as how many other languages? Interesting. Did Vecna think that his spy should be able to communicate with the people who were aware of his monsters? Robin also sustained very little damage in the Russian tunnels. She was held captive just like Steve but came out basically untouched. Was this the enemy recognising an ally? Or was it Vecna protecting his asset?

And Robin, of course, leads us to Steve. Oh Steve, beautiful Steve. Let's talk about Steve. Let's talk about Steve, who we know nothing about, who's family we have never met, who went through the biggest arc of all by inserting himself right in with the main group and earning their trust. Let's talk about the jock who can't win a fight until he's up against a literal soldier because maybe he knows how this solider was trained. Let's talk about all-of-a-sudden-has-blonde-highlights-wears-cherry-lipgloss-forgot-how-to-get-a-girlfriend-but-knows-how-to-connect-with-smaller-kids Steve. Let's talk about Steve who throws parties in his big house and invites everyone so he can see them all at the same time and make sure everyone knows who he is.

And isn't it just wild that our boy Steve got tortured so bad by those Russians but it was all superficial damage? No broken bones, no broken nose, hell, he doesn't even have a scar. What a coincidence that they mixed up the truth serum too, huh?

Do his parents really not come home of their own accord? Or do they just get this feeling that maybe they should extend their trip? Steve saw Billy up close and didn't even try to hold on to his King crown. Vecna saw Billy up close and felt bolder, so he let himself slip more into Steve's aesthetic. He added the hair, the lipgloss, lost the swagger, because he'd found Billy and he thought he was so close to winning. He got lazy.

Steve watches everyone closely. Steve knows everyone will tell him their secrets. Steve knows how to rip a demobat apart despite never seeing one before and knowing nothing about their weakspots, or that their blood isn't poisonous if it gets into his mouth.

Steve has been Vecna's spy all along. And in s5, Steve will sacrifice himself for his friends. Eddie was never Kas. It's always been Steve.

#steve stranger things #kas theory #stranger things #steve harrington #vecna #vecna's curse #robin buckey #mike wheeler #eleven #will byers #long post #stranger things theory #seth writes

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hi hi hi andy!!! i just read the rest of the chapters and they were SO GOOD 😭😭 IM LITERALLY SO EXCITED FOR THIS STORY and here are my little thoughts 🤭 how are you lovely? - honey anon

They’d been together for over a year and she couldn’t even remember what he liked. Should he even be surprised? No. A small thing like this still managed to hurt him.

the way stancy never works out 💀

You were the first to jump.

damn talk about desperation

You were friends with Billy Hargrove?

girl now THIS is inexcusable

He stares at the one of you first, it looks as though you have cried, but you are smiling, and the only thing that covered your body was a blanket, while pushing the camera out of your face.

ew i can't get past that sorry blondie 😭

“Fuck no. We weren’t even attracted to each other. I just, at that point we were close and I trusted him so uh.. I just wanted to do it with someone that I felt comfortable with and uh, the beer helped too, I guess,” you say with a small smile on your lips.

oh okay that's better LMAO i let out a sigh of relief

“I told him that it was wrong, what he did, that you did the right thing, that I told him time and time to lay off Max. Damn, I even slapped him across his head when he broke her skateboard.”

good for you girly

“Bla bla bla,” she rolls her eyes at him, sighing in relief when you finish up with the final touches.

she's so me

Besides, Joyce invited you all to a formal dinner, after all. You can’t show up in jeans and a t-shirt, even Max put on a skirt today and that girl hates dresses and skirts with a passion.

max is so me!! i adore her 😭

On the drive to the Byers/Hopper house, you picked up Lucas before you made a quick stop at the store to buy a cake, none of you wanted to show up with empty hands and you didn’t know what else to get – besides the little bouquet of flowers that Lucas got for Joyce.

i love joyce and hopper together, they're my fav stranger things ship ❤️

“Honestly, I think a girls only place would be so much cooler,” Max says to him, “just peace all the time, no boys, no stinky clothes lying around… just pure girls heaven.”

SHE'S ACTUALLY ME IF I WERE IN THIS STORY

“Oh,” Lucas smirks, looking over his shoulder at you, “he means, once you and Steve stop acting like you hate each other and you’ll fall in love and get together, you won’t only have a boyfriend, you will also have a girlfriend which is his best friend,” he wiggles his eyebrows at you.

ROBIN

You eye her up and down, she’s wearing black dress pants, suspenders over her red blouse. Your lips curl into a smirk when your eyes meet hers. She opens her arms for you and you hug her, leaning closer to her ear, “if I was into girls, I’d be on the floor for you right now, Buckley,” you joke, suggestively.

same

She starts chuckling, “no, I just mean because you’re so gorgeous,” she winks. “I know I’d crash the car, I’d be too busy staring at you.”

blondie should throw the men away and get with robin

“I’m craving something sweet on my lips right now, so please… Can you make me a drink?” You ask with a sickly sweet tone in your voice, not intending these words to sound so… suggestive and you don’t even notice it either.

she knows what she's doing...

Your lips part and you start blinking, looking up at him before your eyes fall to his chest and you squirm beneath his stare.

TENSION !!!

“W-Wait what!?” Dustin shrieks, “you’re getting married!?”

YES CAN I BE INVITED TO THE WEDDING

His hand touches yours. His hand envelopes yours fully. His chest is almost pressed against your back. Your heart flutters and your knees almost buckle for real, this time.

the chest against back is giving me finnick flashbacks-

“I-I didn’t know you’d be my ride tonight.”

what kind of ride ya know ;) ;) ;)

He tries not to look at you, but it’s hard not to when he for some reason feels some sort of electric pull towards you tonight.

you know what else is hard?? ok i'll stop

Not only did he look at you like he was ready to flirt, he also placed his hand on your lower back when he led you into the living room earlier – and as though that wasn’t enough to make you crumble, he also leaned in to whisper ‘cute skirt, Blondie.’

i would die (in a good way)

“Do you guys want something sweet?” Steve asks, “I got ice cream in the freezer.”

I WOULD KILL FOR SOME ICE CREAM RN OMFJHSJSHSJ

“I’m sorry,” he whispers into your ear, “it’s so tight in here.”

that's what he said-

Your whole chest is already wet from all the water you have been hit with and his angry voice irritates you.

OMG OMG BOOBS

Robin chuckles, “should’ve kept the bra off, babe.”

robin 🤝 me = thinking about boobs

Steve can’t see your face or the looks you are giving to the man who is staring you up and down with nothing but hunger in his eyes, but by the way you walk past him without even turning your head or looking back, he knows that you’re giving him nothing. And yet, it doesn’t stop his anger when the guy keeps checking you out, shamelessly, following you with his eyes, a smirk tugging at his lips as he looks at your ass. You’re not even aware of it as it seems and it wouldn’t be the first time.

ANDY I HAVE A VERY IMPORTANT QUESTION. IS THIS STEVE AN ASS MAN OR A BOOBS MAN

“Munson, that girl had a sense of humor, you just have a lack of fucking tact,” Steve says, shaking his head at his friend, in pure disbelief.

HAHAHAHA YEAH

“Thanks, Sweetheart,” he smirks at her, surprising both you and Steve with the confidence in his voice.

EDDIE X WAITRESS !!!

He would fuck you right there on this table if he could.

idc i would be willing 🫡

He bites back the smirk as he scoops up the whipped cream off the table, with both his middle finger and ring finger, bringing them up to his lips, he looks back into your wide eyes as he places them into his mouth, watching the way you break eye contact to look at his lips.

i would die x2

He holds the steering wheel tightly, keeping his other hand on the gearstick, dangerously close to your thigh. He keeps sneaking glances at you, at your soft skin, at the way you press your legs together, at the way your fingers play with the loose string on your shorts.

i remember when i was doing my driving license and my instructor would sit with his legs spread so wide i once gripped his thigh instead of the gearstick

“Well, I’m going to lay out in the sun, in my new red bikini.”

girl pics or didn't happen

You almost cause his heart to stop beating, when your face is only inches away from him now, and you press your lips against his cheek, kissing him, completely shocking him, leaving him a stuttering mess.

OMG

He slams the door shut and presses his back against it, hastily unbuckling his belt, the clinking and his heavy breathing being the only sounds to fill the room… for now. He pushes down his boxers and his pants, just enough so he can pull his dick out – his tip is an angry red, already leaking with pre cum, he spits into his hand before he wraps his hand around his aching cock.

OH MY GOD THIS IS NEW!!! THIS IS A NEW TERRITORY SOS SOS SOS

His muscles tighten as he increases the tempo, using his thumb to rub the slit as he imagines it being the tip of your tongue as you look at him with big and teary eyes.

AAAAAA IM JUMPING IM CRYING IM SCEEAMING!!!!!!

“I’m a good driver, what are you talking about, Eds?”

me to myself every day

“Well look at what the cat dragged in,” he jokes as he steps towards you, “come here, chica.”

I LOVE ARGYLE SO MUCH

“Wetting his dick with Heidi seems more fucking important today,” she grumbles, rolling her eyes as she raises the beer to her lips.

NOOOO FUCK THIS GUY

“W-What are you doing, perv?” You stutter as you watch him play with the opening of your towel.

ITS HAPPENING EVERYBODY STAY CALM!! (IM NOT)

Steve is kissing you.

YESSSSSSS

“None of that,” he murmurs as he leans over, his hands digging between your ass and the mattress as he suddenly pulls you to the edge of the bed, dropping to his knees before you, he throws your legs over his shoulder and looks up at you with hooded eyes, “I need to hear you first.”

IM DYING IM DEAD !!!!

He eats you out slowly, yet desperately, fingers and tongue now working together to unravel you. His eyes are closed and he keeps moaning and whimpering as saliva runs down his chin. He looks so content, so pleased from only this.

THIS IS SO FUCKING GOOD IM SPEECHLESS

“O-Oh fuck…” He shudders, eyes nearly closing at only that.

my reaction exactly

“You take me so well, holy shit, Blondie,” he whimpers, voicing out his thoughts, brows scrunching together as he watches you, your lips parted, moans that he only ever dreamt of leaving you. “L-Look at you, fuck. If I knew that my cock would shut you up, I would’ve done this a long time ago.”

OH MY GOD??? ANDY THIS IS--- 😭🤭

Your tears fall freely, your whimpers turning into cries the moment his thumb finds your clit again.

MY STOMACH IS DOING THE THING

“I know, I know…” He coos, letting his face fall into the crook of your neck.

HE KNOWS 😫😫😫

He scratches the back of his neck, pressing his lips together as he watches you fall asleep so quickly. He can’t help but feel smug as he looks at the way your thighs are trembling still.

no cuddles my girl just went straight in 😭

HIIII BESTIE <333 YOU HAVE BEEN MISSED! AND THIS JUST MADE MY DAY OMFG 😭 IM SO HAPPY YOU LIKED THE CHAPTERS!!! (I am currently working on the next one hehe)

YOUR REACTION TO BILLY MADE ME GIGGLE -- I feel the same, don't worry LMFAO

TO ANSWER YOUR QUESTION: I genuinely think he's both, although I kinda lean more towards ass man in this one, I don't know why -- he'd still bury his face in your boobs though no question asked. but he will grab your ass every chance he gets so...

IM GLAD YOU LIKED THE SMUT 🤭 I HAD SO MUCH FUN WITH THIS ONE

ALSO STOPPPPP THE PART WITH THE DRIVING INSTRUCTOR MADE ME BURST OUT LAUGHING THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN SO EMBARRASSING LMFAOOOOO

& I'm doing good! I've been writing a lot and enjoying the sun (finally) 😌 how are you, love???

#andy’s asks #honey anon <3 #ALSO THE PART WITH FINNICK YES

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